You can call me Steve!

It seems the only thing the weather has done this winter is alternate between rain and gloom. Frankly, it's getting depressing. I've been thinking about days long gone when there was no t.v or computer to use as a crutch for hobbling through the doldrums of winter.

I've been thinking a lot about Noah's wife. You know, from the Bible. How in the heck did she do it? How did she keep her sons from complaining, bickering and just generally driving her bonkers for the forty days and nights that it rained? And if she could achieve this feat thousands of years ago, what was her secret? Sure, they had the whole ark thing going. It probably kept them pretty busy, what with the animals, and the poop and all. But still.


After studious reflection and painstaking research I have an explanation, and it's the same reason why Noah's wife is not named in the Bible. If she was like me, she got tired of hearing "Mom! She's sitting in my spot!" and "Mom! Something really sticky is all over the floor!" and "Hey mom? Does nail polish come off of wood?"

I'm fairly certain, in fact, that Noah's wife got so tired of hearing "Mom...." that she changed her name and didn't tell anyone to what she changed it.

I'm going to follow her lead. I am changing my name and will no longer respond to any stament, comment, or question that begins with "Mom" and ends with a declaration of sibling rivalry or a complaint of any form. From now on, you can call me Steve. But please don't tell the kids.